Her hands were in his hair, her head tilted back, her eyes at half-mast, and her pretty breasts on display.
Man, she turned him on.
He went back to kissing her, letting his lips skim higher and higher. She whimpered when he reached the promised land, dipping his tongue in for a taste. Gina pressed against his mouth, begging for more.
He pulled her closer to the counter’s edge and spread her legs wide.
“Oh, yes, yes,” she cried as he sucked and simultaneously rubbed her with his finger.
“Good?” He could feel her muscles tensing.
“So, so good. Sawyer…please.” Her hands gripped his head tighter.
He slipped a finger inside of her while he licked her with the tip of his tongue. She bowed up.
“Let yourself go, baby.”
“Oh.” It came out as a moan as she clenched and climaxed.
But he wasn’t through yet. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bedroom, where he kicked the door closed and laid her in the middle of his king bed.
It was time to get Gina DeRose out of his system for once and for all.
* * * *
Gina lifted her butt off the bed and shimmied out of her skirt, growing impatient. “Hey, why am I the only one naked?”
“Working on it.” With one fluid motion Sawyer yanked his shirt over his head.
She watched his muscles bunch with the efficient movement. Still recuperating from his thorough ministrations and an orgasm that was now her gold standard, she stared at his chest. A chest she never tired of looking at. He was even more bronzed than the last time she’d seen him shirtless. Probably from working around the ranch in the hot sun.
Her eyes moved lower where he flicked open the buttons on his fly and shucked his boots and jeans. Both landed on the floor with a hard thud. He stood over the bed in a pair of black boxer briefs that struggled to contain the hard bulge inside.
His ass was a true work of beauty, she noted as he walked to the side of the bed. Round and firm. All that time with his legs clamped to a horse’s barrel were apparently better than squats. Perhaps she should learn how to ride.
He scraped open the drawer on his nightstand, retrieved a box of condoms, and placed them on the table. For a second, she let her thoughts wander to how many women had shared his bed, then shooed petty jealousies away. Neither of them was a virgin, though it had been at least two years for her.
“What are you thinking about?” He crawled next to her and planted another one of his heart-stopping kisses on her mouth.
“That you’re a man who knows what he’s doing.”
He chuckled and kissed his way down to her breasts. “Let’s see how I do.”
“So far I’d give you a solid B-plus,” she lied, not wanting to feed his already inflated ego.
“You and I both know that’s bullshit.” He flicked his tongue over her nipple and she nearly screamed with the pleasure of it. “In the kitchen…that was an A-plus performance. I have the scratches on my scalp to prove it.”
She ran her hands through his dark hair. “You do not. What you have is a head the size of this ranch.”
“Wait until you see the rest of me.” He lifted up and rolled his shorts down his legs, giving her a nice view of his impressive erection, then winked.
She climbed on top of him and held his hands over his head while she kissed her way down his chest.
He broke free with ease and palmed her butt. “You’re welcome to stay on top, but I get to touch.”
“Touch all you like.” She wrapped her hand around his thickness and squeezed. “Because I plan to touch too.”
“As you wish.” He rolled her onto her back and nestled himself between her legs.
